Murder on the Aisle

Now Frank Sinatra transcribed as Rocky Fortune. NBC presents Frank Sinatra, starring as that footloose and fancy-free young gentleman. Rocky Fortune.

I hear it said I'm good at shoddy that a rolling stone gathers no moss. In my case it is not only moss that I don't gather, but something else which is green, namely loose, to which to buy the little things that make life worth living, like food.

I am therefore always available for employment, and when the agency sends me up to the Nickabock magazine I am very happy to accept their 4850 week less withholding excuse me lady in which of these glass brick candles do I find mr. Walter Potterage just open your ears and head for the biggest noise that's our wolf I'm telling you work out with

those reviews on time but I mean thanks but two weeks in a row I've had the business office after me for missing deadlines I'm not in business for my health which is lousy at you now what do you want mr. Potterage it says pottery on the door. My cufflinks are initials WP and I've got dear Walter tattooed on my

right bicep. Yes I am Mr. Partridge. Who are you? Rocky Fortune. The agency sent me over. Oh yes. Well what do I do? You see this sad broken down pseudo intellectually. How old are you taking on Farad Pemfage? This miserable object is Burke Whittemore, the drama critic of the Nicobaca magazine. His reviews are followed with baited breath by middle-aged

women from hohokas to great neck. There's only one trouble. He has not seen a play in the last three years. But if he doesn't go to play, how does he refuel? Oh, he goes. He occupies an aisle seat in the fifth row. He's there in body, but unfortunately, the spirit has been applied internally.